"Then what do you propose, Brother Wu?" Jin Chuiyan asked, enunciating every word.
"Either we keep fighting until one of us wins, though others may arrive before long, or the two of us step onto this rotating disc together. Then our clansmen board one at a time, alternating between our sides, until the disc cannot hold any more. Whoever remains will have to stay here." Wu Wuan seemed to have already considered the matter, and now slowly voiced his proposal. His words were ruthless. If the disc could not accommodate all the Demon Cultivators here, those left behind would have to wait here until they were transported out. If higher-level cultivators or Demon Cultivators arrived afterward, they would almost certainly die.
Jin Chuiyan's expression eased slightly upon hearing this. Rather than answering immediately, he thought for a moment before saying, "Very well! But once we've been transported over, how do we divide the treasures?"
"Equally, of course. If one side has no use for something, the other can trade spirit stones or other items of equivalent value for it," Wu Wuan replied expressionlessly.
"That sounds workable, Brother Wu. But if we encounter those human cultivators after being transported over, I hope you'll join me in wiping them out. Then we can recover all their treasures and divide them equally. What do you say?"
"Of course. Even if you hadn't mentioned it, Brother Jin, I would still act if that happened."
The rest was straightforward. Watching each other warily, Jin Chuiyan and Wu Wuan slowly flew toward the disc from opposite directions at the same time. Once both were hovering above it, they paused, staring at each other, before descending together onto the third rotating disc. Only then did they both breathe a sigh of relief. Neither wanted anything else to